Summary: "He doesn't like it, but it'll do." The Batch gears up for their unexpected training simulation. Ficlet. Set during Aftermath (S1E1).
A/N: Yes, hello, I'm still alive. And officially an adult. Anyway- sorry that I haven't posted anything recently! I've been a bit caught up working on a much longer fic. It's actually nearing the total word count of The Lengths We'll Go, The Heights We'll Reach (Snuffing Out The Flickering Light) series…But here's a short procrastination fic.
Taking One For The Team
"Where do you think you're going?" The shock trooper demands. "The training facility is that way."
"...Training facility?"
"For a battle simulation. Admiral Tarkin has requested to see more of your squad in action."
After retrieving their helmets- and Hunter and Wrecker's vibroblades- the Batch makes their way to the armory beneath the training grounds, heads for the weapons rack. It's unpleasantly sparse, lacking of most of its contents.
Crosshair is more than pleased to grab the only remaining sniper rifle, claiming it as his own- as if the others would dare to take it themselves. Hunter grabs a regular old DC-15S, and inspects the quality of it as Wrecker snatches up a DC-17m.
A single DC-17 blaster pistol remains, set just beneath another DC-15S. Tech and Echo exchange glances- they both prefer DC-17s.
"Uh…You can have it." Echo uncomfortably offers.
Tech reluctantly declines, shaking his head. "The 15s is much easier to use with two hands, and, unless you have forgotten, you only have one. I will take it. It is only a small sacrifice, in the end. Remember, it is Admiral Tarkin that we are performing for."
"If you're sure…"
He nods towards the rack.
Echo reaches forward and takes the pistol, mutters his thanks.
Tech offers the briefest flash of a smile, adjusting his goggles before he pulls the larger blaster from the rack. He doesn't like it, but it'll do.
It turns out to be the correct choice, for they do pass the simulation.
…And then they go to Onderon, and everything falls apart.
